The Imposter (29 page)

“Don’t fret lass,
ye were made tae fit me,” he encouraged, reading my expression of concern.  He
joined me again on the bed, lying beside me, placing kisses all over my neck
and breasts, driving me to the brink of ecstasy again.  His touch made me quickly
forget any worries about the logistics of our love making.

“Come with me
lass, don’t fight it,” he breathed into my neck, breath warm and welcoming. 
His hand again found its way between my thighs and I opened for him, inviting
the pleasure that I knew he would give.  His fingers slipped in and out of my
womanhood, delighted by the wetness that they encountered there, knowing that I
was more than ready.  Ready for him.

Devon rose between
my thighs, parting them widely to make way for his entrance.  I was too drunk
from passion to worry about his size.  He captured my lips in a hungry kiss,
demanding that I open for him.  I felt the tip of his manhood pressing between
my thighs and I spread my knees further, welcoming him to the wetness before
him.  He pulled away from the kiss and looked directly into my eyes.

“With this, yer
mine, lass.  Forever.  I willna share ye.  Yer mine, body and soul. Say it,
Kate.  I need to hear ye say that yer mine,” he held his composure, green eyes
searching my face.

“I’m yours,
Devon.  Body and soul.  Make love to me Husband,” I begged, my body trembling
with need to feel him deep inside of me.

“Mine,” he
demanded as he looked into my eyes and thrust deep inside me with one powerful
stroke, tearing through the flesh of my hymen.  Pain shot through my body as my
muscles tensed in response.  A small scream escaped from my mouth, caught and
silenced by Devon’s kiss.  Devon immediately tensed, and held very still.

I shuddered,
adjusting to the pain, still unsure if my body could handle his size. I felt as
if his thrust had ripped me in two, pain rippled through my senses as my body
strained to accommodate him.  I closed my eyes, wincing again from the pain. 

“Hold verra still,
lass.  The pain will subside.  Give yer body a chance tae adjust tae me. I’m
sorry…” he gasped, trying to hold his last shred of restraint and remain still
inside of me, not wishing to cause me further pain.

I drew in a shaky
breath and exhaled it slowly, trying to move through the pain.  There was a
burning deep inside me.  I could feel him inside of me, stretching my body to
its limit.  His cock pulsed and another shot of pain caused me to whimper.

“Lass, ye feel sae
good, sae tight and wet.  I just canna take it.”  I felt him battling to retain
his control.  Every muscle fiber in his body was tense, fighting the instinct
to move within me.  “Pull yer knees up tae make room for me.   I promise the
pain will pass.”

I pulled my knees
up around him, tentative at first, spreading them wider to accommodate him.  As
I did this, a groan of ecstasy escaped from Devon.  The torment of remaining
still was killing him.  He moved against me, ever so slightly, and a wave of
pleasure rippled over my body.  Goosebumps spread across my skin and a moan
escaped from my lips.  This was all the invitation that Devon needed and he
captured my lips with his own, driving his shaft deep inside me. 

Pain was replaced
with pleasure and I found my body instinctively rising to meet each thrust.  He
drove inside me, deeper and stronger with each thrust, meeting my passion with
his own.  My nails scored the skin of his shoulders, demanding him for more. 
His hand reached down between us and settled on the nub hidden in the folds of
my womanhood.  The rhythm of his thrusting and the way that his finger fondled
be, drove me to madness.  My body began to quiver uncontrollably in response to
his sweet torment.

“Let go, lass.  Give
yerself tae me completely,” he whispered, urging me not to fight my body’s
response to him.

My body tensed and
a sensual moan, almost a scream escaped from my lips as he took me to orgasm. I
had never dreamed that my body could feel this much pleasure.  My body quivered
as wave after wave of pleasure overtook me, a moan of complete delight escaped
from my lips. Devon growled at my response to him and I felt his body tense as
he climaxed.  He gave one final thrust and filled me with his seed.  A groan of
intense satisfaction escaped from his mouth as he gently lowered his quaking
body onto mine.

“Ye’ll be the
death of me, Wife,” he said, exhaling sharply.  “We were made for each other,”
he smiled, placing a kiss atop my nose.  “I’ll not claim tae be a virgin, but I
will admit that I have never had such a response to a woman, never been given
such intense pleasure.” We held each other, still joined together for a few
moments, basking in the glow of our lovemaking.      Then, Devon slowly
withdrew from inside me, rolling with me so that we were facing each other,
side by side.  He ran his hand through his disheveled hair, then leaned towards
me and planted a gentle kiss on my lips.  “I love ye,” he whispered. “Ye were
well worth the wait,” he smiled.

I smiled back,
feeling the color rise to my cheeks.

“I’m sorry that I
hurt ye.  I feel like such an insensitive lout.”

“Insensitive?  Hardly!”
I laughed.  “You were a perfect gentleman and I quite enjoyed it, after a few
moments,” I said, smiling, and meaning what I had said.

“If I remember
correctly, we’ve discussed that fact that I am not a gentleman before,” Devon
said and was rewarded as my face flushed when I remembered what had onset this
conversation.   “I don’t think that ye can even begin to understand how much
that means to a man, tae be the first and only for his wife,” he said,
caressing my hair and speaking with sincerity.  “But I don’t like that I hurt
ye.”

“It’s alright.”  I
smiled, reassuring him that I was fine, in fact much better than fine.  I moved
my hand lightly across the expanse of his well-muscled chest, still not
believing that this beautiful man was my husband.

“Is it always like
that?”  I asked, my curiosity overtaking my good sense as I looked directly
into his deep green eyes.  “I mean, after the pain it felt wonderful,” I said,
flushing with the boldness of my questions.  Lovemaking was completely new to me
and I was very curious.

“I hope so,” he
smiled.  “I think that it will be. The passion between us is special.  I have
never felt like I feel with ye.  We were made for loving each other.  I feel
honored tae have ye, honored that ye gave yerself tae me sae completely.”

 I raised my hand
to cup the base of his skull, spreading my fingers through his hair as I pulled
him towards me for a kiss.  His lips were possessive as they claimed my own.  I
felt the passion between us spark and begin to ignite again.

“Ye need rest now,
love,” he whispered, and pulled me against him, gathered me up with his strong
arms and I fell asleep, exhausted and content in the arms of my husband.

                                                                        ***

I awoke in the
middle of the night, sweat pouring off my body.  It took me a moment to realize
where I was, and that the reason for being so overheated was that I was
surrounded by the arms and body of my husband, whose body was like a personal
heater.  I felt his arms tense around me and then he sat straight up in bed,
instinctively grabbing the knife that he kept on the bedside stand.

“What is it,
lass?”  he questioned, alert in the darkness.  He dropped the knife back to its
resting place on the night stand and settled back down into the quilts.

I laughed softly,
and replied, “Nothing, just hot.  Your body is like an inferno,” I chuckled. 
The fact that he was ever ready to defend himself, sleeping with a dagger by
his bedside had not escaped me.  We were not safe in the castle.

“I’m an inferno
because my wife makes me so, burning with desire tae have her, even when I’m
trying tae sleep,” he chided, nibbling at my neck as he settled me back into
his arms. “I might fall asleep tomorrow during drill.  Might get my head
chopped off on the practice field, as tired as I am. Ye’ve taken all of my
strength, lass.”  I felt the smile spread across his lips in the dark.  He let
out a mock yawn to accentuate his sarcasm.

“Well Husband, if
you are already tired, I guess that it won’t matter if I take advantage of you
again,” I responded coyly as I placed kisses on his chest and bit his nipple in
invitation.  I was eager for more of the pleasure that I knew Devon could give
me.

“Ouch, ye
temptress!” he squealed as I flicked my tongue against the sensitive skin of
his nipple, playfully inviting him to join me.  He giggled, apparently I had
found my warrior’s weak spot.

“Kate, we can’t,”
he spoke now with seriousness.  “Ye’ll be too sore.  I’ll not abuse ye so.”

“We can,” I said
firmly.   I’ll deal with being sore tomorrow,” I challenged.  “It’s not abuse
if I demand it from you, is it?” I questioned as I slid my hand boldly down his
abdomen, across his warm skin and encircled the object of my desire, eliciting
a moan from my husband.

“If I hadna taken yer
virginity myself, I wouldna believe that ye are completely new tae this,” he
said appreciatively as I boldly stroked his arousal.

I looked up at him
naughtily and smiled, unashamed.  I could tell that me touching him this way
pleased him.

Apparently this
was the only arm twisting that was required.  “We’ll have tae be careful, so as
not tae hurt ye further.  Gentle and slow, lass, even if it kills me.”

“Yes, gentle and
slow,” I whispered as I stroked his manhood with my hand, so firm and yet
seemingly enveloped in velvet.  Touching him made me feel powerful.  My body
responded to him quickly as well, so quickly that it scared me.  I released him
and slid my hand between my thighs, covering my hand with the wetness that I
found there.  I returned my hand to his manhood, bathing him in the invitation
of what lied in wait between my thighs.       

“Kate,” he
whispered as a groan escaped from his lips.  I stroked him firmly, enjoying the
feeling of him bucking beneath my hand.  He started to roll over and I pushed
him back, flat against the bed.

“No, it’s my turn
this time.  My turn to take the lead, my turn to torment you, husband.”

Loving Devon made
me feel bold, powerful.  In our marriage, I was his equal, and I was curious to
learn more about the art of lovemaking.  I knew that he could teach me how to
pleasure him and I also knew that he liked it when I took control.

“Be my guest,” he
responded, as another groan of ecstasy escaped his lips.  Devon’s eyes sparkled
with lusty anticipation as he watched me.

I rose above his
prone body and moved to straddle him, hand still moving slowly against him.  I
had dreamed of making love to him this way ever since my “riding lesson” had
been interrupted.

I felt like a
goddess in the moonlight that shone through the small window, bathing the bed
in a warm glow. My hair hung in loose waves down my back and my breasts were
firm, nipples erect from the chill in the night air.  I felt sexy, and liked
that he was giving me complete control. I released him and guided his manhood
to the hot, wet entrance of my body.  Ever so slowly, I lowered myself onto his
shaft, inching down until he was inside of me to the hilt.           I was
sore, but the way that he stretched me felt good despite the pain. He growled
ever so slightly in his throat, a sound that had become quite endearing to me. 
The look that played across his face showed that my sweet torment was forcing
him to fight to retain his fragile composure.  I knew that he wanted to take
control of our lovemaking, and thrust deep within me.  I loved that he was
fighting against his instincts, allowing me to be in control, giving himself to
me fully.

“Slowly and
gently,” I reminded him as I began to move slowly, riding him, mimicking the
movements that he had taught me.  His hands were upon my breasts and neck, his
touch felt divine.  Our skin looked silver in the moonlight, adding a dream
like quality to our love making. I lowered down and captured his lips for a
passionate kiss, tongues dueling and pressing each other for more.  Devon’s
hands moved to my hips, guiding my movements, matching my rhythm with his own.

He growled again,
deep within his throat.  “Ye feel like heaven, lass.  Sae good,” his right hand
moved to caress the bead of my womanhood, gently driving me mad with desire. 
As he stroked me ever so slowly, his left hand remained firm on my hips guiding
my movements upon his shaft, but still allowing me full control of our
lovemaking.

I felt the
pressure within me building, and my muscles quivered as the first wave of
orgasm overtook me.  I arched my body backwards, supported by Devon’s hands,
and succumbed to my orgasm, shattering into what felt like a thousand small
pieces.  The quivering of my body, spurred Devon to his own release.  With one
final thrust deep within me and a masculine groan, he joined me in orgasm.  His
cock bucked and shook within me as he spilled his seed.  I lowered myself to
rest on his chest, noticing that both of our bodies were breathing heavy,
exhausted by the intensity of our slow love making.

“I’m apologizing
in advance for tomorrow, lass.  Yer going tae be quite sore,” he warned. I knew
that he was sorry for hurting me, but that he had quite enjoyed the process
that led to my soreness.

“Apology accepted. 
It was worth it,” I smiled against his chest.

“Ye’ll be the
death of me, for sure woman.  I’ve never had such a response to a woman, never
felt such release.  The way that ye respond to me is maddening.  It’s as if ye
are a part of me, knowing just what to do to drive me crazy.”

“I quite like
driving you to madness, husband,” I smiled, admitting the pleasure that I found
in giving pleasure to Devon.  “Imagine what I’ll be able to do with a little
practice,” I teased, anticipating plenty of opportunity for practice.